. . . WHERE MY HEART LIVES . . .

I wish I lived where my heart lives,
'Cross skies of crystal blue;
For I would be there by your side,
Flying hand in hand with you.

I wish that I could hear your voice,
Speaking gently in my ear;
Your soft, slow voice speaking words of love,
Meant for my heart to hear.

I wish that I could feel your hands,
Trailing gently 'cross my skin;
To feel the sweetness of your touch,
Like the love that I fell in.

I wish I lived where my heart lives,
Just once, 'fore life is through;
I wish I lived where my heart lives,
For my heart lives there in you.